WHITE WOLVES: A brief winter tale

    The snow fell. Hard. Creating a white vertical world before them. But this did not bother the two white wolves. This was their world. This was their landscape. They trotted side by side through the thickly falling snow without difficulty. Their sharp intelligent eyes cut through this ever shifting white curtain, easily spotting the dark Douglas Fir forest just ahead.

     From within its dark depths a lupine voice was calling to them. A clear crisp voice sounding of silver and divine messages. This sharp voice rose repeatedly above the wintry snow draped world. It called to the two white wolves' wild and free hearts. It was compelling. They could not resist investigating to discover the source of this rich voice.

     The wild voice from within the shadowy Douglas Fir forest called to them and they would respond. As they reached the dark wild forest they easily slipped into its shadowy seemingly silent depths without making a sound. They had effectively left behind the world of falling and dancing snow.

     The two white wolves touched noses. As one they turned and moved forward to seek out the silver voiced lupine calling out into the wilds of snow and ever green forests. From somewhere in this seemingly endless vast depths, cold and shadowy depths, the silver voiced lupine called.

     Trotting along the mossy and Douglas Fir needled ground they moved ever forward, crossing their white plume like tails. They drew closer to the silver voiced lupine calling from somewhere ahead of them. Soon they'd be upon this tantalizing stranger.

     A shadow, darker than the shadowy forest, floated past overhead of the two trotting wolves. The shadow created a living vibration as it cut through the cold but silent air of the forest. As it sailed off just below the dark forest canopy it whooted several times. 

     The two white wolves had little interest in this flying creature. They gave it no notice. However, if they could have snatched it out of the air they'd not hesitate to eat it. The owl possessed the gift of flight which easily kept her from the hungry jaws of the two white land bound wolves below.

     White tailed deer scented the two white wolves approaching and leaped silently away from this danger. Small black rabbits leaped into concealing ferns and shrubbery as they sensed death. The forest knew two predators were out and about and the vulnerable hid away from them.

     The shadows beneath the Douglas Fir canopy grew denser. Silence fell. The calling silver voiced lupine was gone. Not even the ever present sound of tiny twittering birds could be heard. The two white wolves came to a halt and touched noses again. Their interest in the silver voiced lupine ended as soon as its song did. Their white plume like tails swished to and fro and with playful little nips and dancing paws they loped off in another direction disappearing into the vast and ancient Douglas Fir forest.

Author's Note

3rd in the White Wolves tales.

Reviews

[Sheila Kline]

Wonderful story of intrigue! I love the whole story as it held my interest, and had such amazing descriptions! I think I need to go get a sweater to wear after reading this winter adventure! The picture of the two white wolves is just exquisite - to match your story!!
A very, very nice story Tina!! I can almost hear them as they lope off in another direction!!

[Tina Kline]

Thanks so very much!!

[Eric Cox]

Cool tale! Love the imagery, cool. Awesome penning of this cool fantasy.

[Tina Kline]

...thanks...thanks very much!

[Eric Cox]

you're welcome :)

[Horizon K.]

Very vividly painted and I easily became of these curious white wolves in your story, leaving the swirling snow to hunt a mysterious voice in this forest... But where does it disappear to, what was it?? I'm more curious since you say they will soon be upon it! Your stories love to leave me hungry for more:) And I love the word lupine!

[Tina Kline]

Thanks very much!

[Brother Rooster]

Very atmospheric. Quiet and mystical and the piece conjures up a picture of the wolf as some kind of ethereal wanderer. I liked this piece.

[Tina Kline]

Thanks!!!..

[Coyote Song]

A very captivating nature story. I was really pulled into the story and went along with the two wolves for their adventure in seeking out the silver voiced lupine. I did feel like I was there watching at least. A truly fun piece of writing to read. Very creative, very well written. You have a wonderful immigration.

[Tina Kline]

Thanks so much!

[David Scott]

A word picture, more than a story to me. I did not get a feel I personally classify as a story, but I get that you had to give the write some kind of label. Thus we shall call this offering a story...
So, I did feel the scene rather vividly. You did have a clear thought in your head and you put it well on the page.
A few thoughts from my little mind...

I would like to see a few lines being more descriptive in the "feel" of the scene. Something like, "Velvet pads hid sharp intent while sinking with a silent chill into the dry snow. They understood a cold acceptance of their place in a world where tree limbs play like violins tuning up for a song only wolfish ears will hear." You do this very thing with the "silver lupine voice" and the wolves and even with the "Douglas Fir" trees a bit.

It felt like you were keeping a secret to yourself and I wanted you to let me feel it with you more.
One other suggestion would be to substitute a synonym for the voice and the trees from time to time... It read a bit repetitious in that sense.
This line is a good example of almost getting it, "From somewhere in this seemingly endless vast depths, cold and shadowy depths, the silver voiced lupine called."
Maybe try something like, 'Calling from somewhere within these seemingly endless, vastly cold and shadowed depths, the wolfish voice sang a hypnotic silver song.' I don't know if this even sounds good to your ear, but the point is, mix it up a little... Try this same thing with the repeating "Douglas Fir".

Still, I think you have a special thought here and a very natural and honest tone to the penning of it.
I enjoyed the "story" for all of my suggestions... I would not have said much if I thought you lacked talent to make my ideas worth sharing.
Good work.

[Tina Kline]

Thanks so very much!. I appreciate your very helpful comments!!

[David Scott]

:) I was waiting for your response to my review... I feared I had over stepped. You have a wonderful thought here and obvious skill. I fell in love with the concept and had to expound...
Thank you for not taking offense.

[Craig2591]

Very descriptive. It painted quite a picture. I especially liked, "The snow fell. Hard." rather than, "The snow fell hard." Breaking it up into two sentences made it more dramatic.

[Tina Kline]

Thanks so very much!!